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The elven outpost

Short story By: Gloria
Fantasy



Bloody story about an elvish post messing with the orcs.


Submitted:Oct 5, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The elven outpost

The outpost was on the edge of the immense elven forest, a fortress standing on a huge cliff, overlooking the orcish territory.

Not far away, in the deep woods, Tifnia rode her usual route, observing the forest for orc traces. She loved the forest, perfect elvish ground. The nature with it's vivid colors and scents brightened her mind, her reflexes guided her safely through the narrow gaps between the trees.

She raced across a clearing when a spiked trunk swung down, smashed her off her horse, and threw her back across the clearing. She crashed through the thicket, scratched over the ground and rolled on her back. She was completely mutilated. She was dead on place.

Her horse kept running, towards the fortress, as it had been tutored, before wargs jumped on it and devoured it alive.

When neither Tifnia nor her horse returned, the elves called alarm.

The boss Fenara called in a meeting and decided that further investigations were necessary. She looked back at all the false alarms in the past, she didn't want to ruin her reputation entirely. She felt miserable not to call alarm, yet she couldn't afford another false one. She wanted to make career afterall.

Given the risk of orcs out there, she decided that the entire crew should search the woods in a systematic approach.

They swiftly gathered their equipment and left on foot. Fenara wore her special armor, while the other elves wore their standard uniforms.

Fenara guided them along Tifnias usual route. No signs of anything. They went deeper into the forest.

They crossed the valley of spririts, an elvish sanctuary, with a marmor temple on a small lake beside a waterfall. Elvish territory. The temple brightly reflected the sunlight, bathing the place in a white sacral light.

Fenara staid there and let her soldier advance until she was behind them.

Then she followed them and got struck down by a swarm of bolts coming from every direction.

She collapsed silently.

Her soldiers headed on and only took notice when the wargs appeared on the edge of the valley, racing down at them with loud barking. Before the elves could take any defence, the wargs launched at their throat, massacring the heap within instants. The soft figures were devoured alive.





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